Wright Kind of Love, page 1
Wright Kind of Love
Wright Duet Book Two
K.A. Linde
Contents
Also By K.A. Linde
I. Uh-Oh
1. Harley
2. Chase
3. Harley
4. Chase
5. Harley
6. Harley
II. Now That You Know
7. Chase
8. Harley
9. Harley
10. Chase
11. Harley
12. Chase
III. Bluff
13. Harley
14. Chase
15. Harley
16. Harley
17. Chase
18. Harley
IV. Forever
19. Harley
20. Chase
21. Harley
22. Chase
23. Chase
24. Harley
25. Harley
Epilogue
Catch A King
Also By K.A. Linde
Acknowledgments
About the Author
Wright Kind of Love
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Part I
Uh-Oh
1
Harley
My brothers were going to kill him.
I had not spent the last three years pining over Chase Sinclair for it to all go up in flames this fast. We’d sent an end date—graduation. Now that I had graduated and everything was finally falling into place, my brothers were trying to ruin it all.
It didn’t matter that they’d shown up because they were concerned for me. My plan had always been law school. I was going to change the world. I’d even made a deal with the devil—my father, Owen Wright—to pay for the whole thing in exchange for his silence. Then, somehow, he’d found out that I’d withdrawn from Harvard Law and outed me to my four brothers.
Wrights and Sinclairs didn’t mix.
Not after everything the Sinclairs had done to try to sabotage us.
And yet Chase and I worked.
We had from day one. But it had been our ten-year age gap, my nineteen years to his twenty-nine, that had scared him off more than anything my brothers would do. And now that I was a little older, I appreciated that he’d given me the time and space I needed to make my own decision.
And I’d chosen him.
I had chosen him.
So maybe it was me who was going to kill my brothers if they didn’t back the fuck off.
“Stop!” I shouted.
Of course, no one stopped.
Chase was stuck in the doorframe of my bedroom with a bloody nose. Whitton and Julian held back Jordan as Weston fought to climb over the lot of them to get to Chase. They were like feral beasts. Fucking hell.
“I said, fucking stop!” I said, barreling into my brothers.
We were a fucked up lot. My twin brothers, Whitt and West, had grown up in Seattle, not knowing that we were the secret family to our father. Definitely not that he had another family, Jordan and Julian, across the border in Vancouver. It was the best part about all of us moving to Lubbock, Texas, where the Wright Construction headquarters were. Now, we were a proper family.
Unfortunately, we were acting like a proper family.
All fucked up. All the time.
One of the benefits of having older brothers was that I could fight with the best of them. When I lowered my shoulder and popped them out of the way, Julian released an oof, and they shifted just enough for me to get through.
“I love her!” Chase shouted over the din of my brothers’ rage. He straightened, dropping his hand that was now covered in blood. “I love her, all right?”
My heart stopped at those words. Those three little words. We hadn’t used them earlier when we made our declaration. He had said that he was mine, that it had always been me, that I was his girlfriend. All things I’d wanted to hear for so long. But not the L-word.
I wasn’t sure he’d even meant to say it here, but I couldn’t keep the smile from breaking out on my face. He hadn’t just claimed me in front of all of my brothers; he’d said he loved me. It was still unbelievable that those words had come out of his mouth. And to hear them as a declaration was indescribable.
When I reached him across the divide, he held his arm out, and I slid into the space against his chest. A unit. Together. Where we had always been apart. Now, it was us against the world. Just like I’d always wanted it to be.
“You don’t even know her,” Jordan argued.
“Love?” Whitt scoffed at the same time.
“The fuck?” West said.
Julian’s jaw just dropped.
“Nothing you say is going to change how I feel,” Chase said.
“And somehow, none of that is your business,” I snapped.
“You have to be kidding me,” Whitt began.
I cut him off. “I don’t have to be doing anything. You all are absolutely out of fucking line. You came here because you were worried about me and devolved into this? You should be ashamed of yourselves.”
My brothers looked among themselves. As if they couldn’t believe that I was going against them. As if, somehow, they’d thought I’d want them to punch Chase.
“He’s just using you,” Jordan added.
“He is not using me,” I snapped.
“For the last time, Wright,” Chase growled, “this has nothing to do with you.”
“It is suspicious,” Julian pointed out.
“It’s not suspicious,” I said, glaring at him.
He held his hands up and took a step back. “I was just saying,” he muttered.
“Please, would everyone stop talking? Because I am so over every single thing about this already.”
“Just explain what the fuck is going on,” West said.
“I don’t have to explain anything. In fact, you all should leave.” I crossed my arms over my chest and narrowed my eyes at them. “Now.”
“We’re not leaving you alone with him,” Jordan argued.
“Oh yes, you fucking are. You ruined my perfectly good evening. My graduation night at that. I could be out at the bars, screwing around, and none of you would care about that.”
“I would,” Whitt said, raising his hand.
“Shut it,” I snarled. “And if you care about me being with Chase, then we can talk about it.”
They all started to speak at once, but I held my hands up.
“But not now. Not when you’re this riled up. Not when you’re fucking violent!”
I shook my head. I had known it was going to be a disaster when I told my family what was going on. No one was going to be happy that I wasn’t going to Harvard Law. They were going to try to talk me out of it. I’d been their hopes and dreams in that regard for far too long. And I’d known that after that talk, introducing Chase wasn’t going to be fun.
I hadn’t thought that Jordan would punch him.
He’d had his anger issues so closely under lock that I didn’t even think he had that in him anymore. He’d tried so hard not to be like Owen. They all had. The fact that they didn’t even see the trap they’d walked right into was sad. Owen had paved the way, and they’d fallen right for it. He’d barely had to spring the thing to get them all to do his dirty work for them.
I hoped they all felt fucking terrible when they realized it.
“So, get out.” I pointed at the door.
“Harley,” Whitt said, trying to reason with me with sympathy on his face.
“No.”
“Come on,” West said. “We’ll be civil.”
“You don’t know what the word means.”
“We should talk about this,” Julian argued.
“No!” I snapped. “You all lost the opportunity to discuss this when you punched him in the face.”
“You’re just going to stand there and let her speak for you, Sinclair?” Jordan asked.
“She said everything that needs to be said,” Chase said, tipping his head at my brother, his enemy.
I snapped my fingers at Jordan twice to get his eyes on me. “She is right in front of you. I speak for myself. Fuck off with the misogyny in my house.” I strode across the living room and yanked the door open. “Now, get out.”
My brothers looked torn between listening to me and continuing to have this out with Chase. I smacked my hand against the door.
“We will talk when you can be civil. That is not right now. So, go.”
They grumbled, but to their credit, they slumped out the front door.
Jordan looked back at me once as he crossed back outside. “He’s going to hurt you.”
My face shuttered. “You don’t know anything.”
“I do. I know him.”
“Maybe you knew him,” I said. “But all I hear is that none of you trust me enough to make my own judgment call.”
“None of us want to see you get hurt.”
They were too late. Three years too late. Now, I was finally happy, and they were the ones ruining it.
“You can’t save me from everything.”
“We can try.”
I shook my head at him and then shut the door in his face. I closed my eyes as I fought back the roiling emotions ripping through me. That had been an unmitigated disaster. I could not possibly think of a worse way for anyone to find out about us.
I didn’t know where we went from here, but I knew that we couldn’t keep going the way we had been. Everything had changed from this moment on.
Everything.
2
Chase
“Well, that could have gone better.”
Harley released a harsh laugh. “That’s a word for it.”
I cupped my still-bleeding nose. It fucking hurt. Jesus Christ, Jordan Wright had a mean right hook—I’d give him that. He certainly didn’t miss.
Not that I’d anticipated him throwing that punch today. Sure, I was sleeping with his little sister. I’d known he would be pissed. That was why I’d hidden in her bedroom even though I fucking hated it. I hadn’t wanted to hide like we’d hidden the last three years, and I’d done it when I saw the sheer panic cross her face at the sight of her brothers at the door.
I’d gotten a bloody nose out of the whole mess.
Maybe not undeserved, but still…fuck him.
“Are you okay?” I asked as I headed across the living room to Harley.
Her eyes slid to mine, and then she frowned. “Am I okay? Jesus, Chase, you’re still bleeding.”
She rushed into the kitchen and returned a moment later with a towel, which she held up to my face. My hands had blood on them. It had run like rivulets down my forearms. It was red and tacky, running down my lip and on my chin. It was probably on my shirt.
I liked this shirt. Fuck.
I winced when the towel touched my nose. “Well, fuck. Don’t think I’m going to escape another Wright black eye.”
“My fucking brothers,” she growled.
“I’d say it was just Jordan, but West did swing on me. I just saw that one coming.”
She huffed. “I can’t believe them.”
“Can’t you?”
“Well, yes. That wasn’t how I wanted them to find out,” she said. “But still…”
“Still,” I agreed.
“Come on. Let me get you some ice.”
She drew me into the kitchen and rummaged through a drawer to pull out a plastic baggie. She opened the freezer and dumped cubes into the bag, wrapped it in another kitchen towel, and then brought it to me.
“Here.” She took the bloodied towel she had first given to me and then gently replaced it with the ice.
I cringed as it touched my nose.
“Does it hurt?” she asked, pulling back.
But I reached for her wrist and guided the ice back onto my nose. “It’s already feeling better.”
Her answering smile made all the pain disappear. “You poor thing. I’m going to have to take real good care of you.”
She tipped up onto her toes and drew my mouth down to hers. I jerked back in surprise at the cool temperature. She gave me a sly smirk.
“Yes?” she asked.
I had no words as she slipped a piece of ice across her tongue. Blood pumped in completely different places than from my recent injury. She was pure temptation in that moment. And yet it felt like a distraction.
“Should we talk about what happened?”
“I don’t want to talk. I want to make you feel better. Kiss away your pain.”
I shot her an exasperated expression. “Don’t think you can kiss away my black eye.”
Light twinkled in her eye. “Oh, I wasn’t planning to kiss you there.”
Her lips pressed against my throat. Cold ice slithered down the exposed column, and the shock of different temperatures made my cock swell with desire. My hands came to her hips, dragging her harder against me.
“Harley…” I ground out.
She responded by opening the buttons of my now-bloodied shirt. “Think we should get you out of this. It might need to be washed.”
I huffed out a laugh. Then, her cold tongue was on my chest, working a trail of hot and cold along my exposed abdomen and lower, lower, lower.
“You’re not going to get out of talking to me about this,” I told her.
“Okay,” she said, coming back to her feet. “Let’s talk.”
“Really?” I asked in surprise.
Her big blue eyes were lined in silver, and her smile was magnetic as she leaned against me. “So…you love me?”
“I do.” My voice was low and earnest. “Not how I planned to tell you that either.”
“But you love me.”
“Yes.”
“Say it again,” she whispered.
“I love you.”
She shivered at the words. “How long have you known?”
I drew her against me, my heart cracking open for her. “I’ve always known.”
“Always?”
I nodded. “Always with you, baby girl.”
“That’s convenient,” she said softly.
“Oh?”
“Because I love you, too.”
She threw her arms around my neck and pressed her lips to mine. I took everything she was offering. Forget talking about her brothers and that catastrophe and my bloody nose. All that mattered was that my girl was in my arms and she’d said the words I’d always wanted to hear from her. The words I’d always wanted to give to her.
The ice was still in her mouth when our lips touched. Her tongue was cold as I opened her lips and brushed mine, warm, against hers. She sighed against me and passed the shrinking ice cube to me. I took it from her, heating up her cold mouth with mine.
“Oh,” she gasped as my hands slipped under the edges of her tank top and ran under her breasts.
I kept going north until I cupped her breast in my hand, rolling her nipple between my fingers. She writhed against me. Her hips rolling in a familiar motion that said she was heating up, just like I was. I teased the other pert nipple between my fingers until she pulled back from my kiss with hazy desire in her eyes.
“Fuck,” she managed.
My hands slid down her sides and cupped her ass. I lifted her up, aligning our bodies so my cock nestled against the heat of her pussy. She draped her legs around my hips, rocking herself against me to try to find that perfect friction.
